You can be anywhere when your life begins again, you are in a continuous state of reinvention. The only constant thing in life is change and that is the bewitchment of mortality. Every time should feel like the first and last time so you must be fully present at all times. Take notice of the half moons at the bed of your fingernails, shape your own birthmarks, read your own palm, you are the clairvoyant of your own life.
COLOURS are an extraterrestrial sound antennae to a higher order of music. The songs suggest cosmic angst, fever dreams, a strange journey into a cool mind-sea. The band have a sparse noise that enters the void. It is repetitive, electronic, and effortless, a natural disaster of frenzied noise juxtaposed with Beatles melodies and space-curving composition. The sound of COLOURS is ancient and modern, sweet and anarchic; an amalgamation of all things holy and sinister. You will not simply remember this band with clarity - it will haunt you.
“Every once in a while, but not often, you can sit down and write a thing that you know is going to stand people’s hair on end for the rest of their lives- a perfect memory of some kind, like a vision, and you can see the words rolling out of your fingers and bouncing around for a while like wild little jewels before they finally roll into place & line up just exactly like you wanted them to…” - Hunter.S.Thompson